First, Nalan Rong Ruo-"Picking mulberry seeds, singing snowflakes on the plug":
Non-caring and light, cold places are better. Don't have a bud, it is not a rich flower in the world.
Who can cherish Xie Niang and wander the world after leaving? The cold moon is sad, and the west wind is boundless in Wan Li.
Second, Janice (Song) "Dimfragrance"
Snow compares color. Smile at Lian Ran and stop playing the flute. Don't blame Guangping for his hard heart. On the other hand, it takes three flowers and two cores, and it takes forever talents to write it. I still remember I was drunk in the East Garden, and I sat in the sky. Looking back, silently. The rain is dark and foggy, and there are thousands of worries. Jinjiang road is very quiet, and the media hired a voice recorder. Finally, it's hard to count on bamboo households. Gaunt, Qiang tube, blame who started.